-1Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine…
Chapter One
Sometimes the sunlight slipping through the cracks of my coffin keep me awake. And sometimes I do not rest, at all. Master doesn't even seem to notice. In fact, he probably doesn't care. He already thinks I am weak. I bet he wishes he had never changed me that night in cheddar. But even thoughts of my Master or Integra herself are not the reasons for my insomnia.
No, this reason is entirely different…this reason…is me.
I have reached the point of madness and sought to cry out. But instead I found my voice a bitter howl, twisted with an inner rage I do not quite seem capable of comprehending. At least, not yet. It has been about a week since I left my coffin. It's an attempt at self-containment. I'm afraid to get up. Afraid of my senses going berserk. Afraid of the delicious lull of each human walking the halls of Hellsing. And the world beyond as well. I could tell you each blood type, how much alcohol they consumed this month, what sort of drugs they've been taking. It's all here, swirling through my head, so taunting and painful and…
"Police Girl…?" comes my Master's deep, velvet voice.
It's like silk across my ears, and I hadn't realized how much I sought to hear it. "Yes, my Master?" I say mentally, afraid of what sort of voice may come out if I spoke.
"What is it you seek? The blood, or something more?" He asks, hand slipping through the coffin, brushing against my arm before finding my collar and yanking me up.
I stare at him, bewilderment flooding me. I do not know the answer. I only know that I am not myself, or so much myself that I cannot take it. He growls at my silence and yanks on my shirt collar once more, this time ripping my uniform enough to reveal my neck. My skin bare, I merely stare at him. Waiting for something. His hand touches the place where he had bitten me what seems so long ago, and I shudder at his touch. It burned but I didn't flinch.
Master's eyebrows rose in response, and he leaned very close to me and blew lightly into my ear. "I'll be back in a moment. Don't move…"
With that he vanished from the room, leaving me with confusing shivers and a ripped shirt. Like I could really move now…
As he said, he was back in a moment. "We're going to feed you before this gets in any worse."
His words confused me still. "What gets worse..?" I thought.
"Your mind," he answered seriously, his voice a deeper tone. "You."
